Pack, Clouds, Away, and Welcome Day. 
By Heywood, Thomas. 


Pack, clouds, away, and welcome day,
With night we banish sorrow.
Sweet air, blow soft; mount, larks, aloft
To give my Love good-morrow!
Wings from the wind to please her mind
Notes from the lark I'll borrow;
Bird, prune thy wing; nightingale sing,
To give my Love good-morrow:
To give my Love good-morrow
Notes from them both I'll borrow.

Wake from thy nest, Robin-redbreast,
Sing, birds, in every furrow!
And from each hill let music shrill
Give my fair Love good-morrow!
Blackbird and thrush in every bush,
Stare, linnet, and cock-sparrow,
You pretty elves, amongst yourselves
Sing my fair Love good-morrow;
To give my Love good-morrow
Sing birds in every furrow!